Favorite Movies-- All Star trek movies, Fright to the Finish, How to Train Your Dragon, Eragon (even though the book was three million times better), Lord of The Rings. (Check out my fanfiction account, it's the same penname, gilraenstar, if you want to check out some fanfictions about these)

Favorite Video Games-- Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time, Halo, Call of Duty, Kinectimals, Sims 2 and 3, World of Warcraft

Favorite poem--Ahem

Dear Justin Bieber,

Roses are red, violets are blue,

If I had a water bottle,

I'd throw it at you!

Favorite Quotes and who said them--

"Sometimes love is a gambling game. Never know who's gonna hit the jackpot. And you never know who's going to loose it all in the next round of poker." written by me, Chapter 13 of The Romulan Secret, said by Dr. McCoy

"It's like a puzzle!" me, referring to a plug on my computer.

"Really?" My friend, after I read her mind and stole her idea

"You know what? No. Just...no. No." My other friend on the subject of firing a glock.

"If tears could build a bridge and memories a lane, I walk right up to heaven and bring you back with me," Shy Shy, one of my bested friends :)

"It sounds like a four hundred pound man on a horse." My orchestra teacher, after hearing one of trombone players.

"Dude, wouldn't it be great if I went to a Just Bieber concert and threw a water bottle at him?" other person replies--"Yeah, totally! I dare you to do it!"

"I think I should know, I practically stalked the child," Me, to my friend, discussing a hot guy

"You ever think that world is so small compared to the universe and that you yourself are so tiny that you just forget about everthing and wonder?" me, talking to myself in the middle of the night

"Thing with me is, I don't care, The thing with you is, you find that suprising." me again.

'“I don’t want this end…” I said simply, meaning the song among other things.

“All good things come to an end,” He replied sadly, keeping pace with the music. “They tend to be the first to go, actually.”

I stayed silent for a moment, thinking to myself. When I said the next part he nearly lost his place in the song. “What about love, though? I mean, I hear people say that not even death can kept people apart.”

He thought before answering. “Love is the exception to that rule.” He said after a long minute. “It’s not just an emotion….it’s more powerful than that. Once love makes it through the heart and soul, death just can’t take it away.”

“I’m glad.” I say bluntly, fingers still dancing across ebony and ivory in equal turns He looked up from his keys to raise an eyebrow at me.

“How so?” He asked.

I struggled putting it into words. “It just kind of gives me hope, you know? Like hope that I’ll have something that will last forever and always be there, so I’ll never be alone...”

“Someone.” He corrected quietly with a wan smile. “Someone who will always be there.”

You talk to yourself a lot. (e.g. 'What should Tai say if he woke up and saw he was in Sora's body...?')

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask myself random things?')

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')

After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, 'Holy crap, this stuff is great for sugar highs...'

You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)

No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.

Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.

People think you have A.D.D.

You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.

You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.

You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason

Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.

You failed English 101

You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you.

You know the research librarian’s office, cell, and home phone numbers but can’t remember your own.

Some of the letters on your keyboard are completely worn off.

You would rather write than go out.

Your/you’re and their/there/they’re errors send you into an apoplectic fit.

You get cranky if you don’t get to write.

You’ve ever said, “The voices are getting louder; I must go write.”

When talking with others, you mentally edit their dialogue and compose tags and beats.

You’ve heard/seen something and thought, 'I need to write that down.'

You’ve ever written a scene, outline, synopsis, or character sketch on a restaurant napkin . . . and it wasn’t a paper napkin.

You wake up in the middle of the night and scramble for the pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep.

You end an argument with your boyfriend/girlfriend by saying, “Oh, wait, I have to write this down–this is the perfect conflict for my characters! Now, repeat what you just yelled.”

Getting the scene finished is more important than food, coffee, or the bathroom.

You have a momentary reality lapse and mention your characters’ situation as a prayer request in Sunday school.

A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you’re writing takes place right in front of your eyes.

The easiest way for you to deal with conflict is to go home and write it into your story.

You purposely eavesdrop when out in public.

At parties, your method of making conversation is to discover people in the room with interesting occupations (preferably your hero’s or heroine’s) so you can conduct research.

You listen to the writer’s commentary on every DVD so that you can analyze his/her writing process.

You enjoy reading mostly so you can analyze the author's writing style and use it to work on your own style.

You have a favorite line from every movie you’ve seen.

You'd rather talk to your characters than the people in the room.

You can’t write because you’re mad at one of your characters.

You argue with said character (and even lose sometimes).

You wake up at 3:00am with an idea for a plot and immediately grab a pencil and paper, and rather than go back to sleep you stay up the rest of the night fleshing out your plot and developing characters. Then you stay so focused on it that you don't feel your lack of sleep until the following morning.

You have a folder on your computer labeled “Ideas.” Some of the files within this folder have only one or two words or sentences and while they made perfect sense fifteen years ago, between the software changes in that period of time garbling half the words and your own faulty memory, you have no idea what it means or where you were going with it. But you keep it anyway because you never know, you might remember it eventually. I'm the kind of girl who will burst our laughing in the middle of a dead silence because of something that happened yesterday. When I was younger, my parents encouraged me to walk and talk. Now, all they want me to do is sit down and shut up! A Real Boyfriend When she stares at your mouth Kiss her When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger than you Grab her and dont let go When she starts cursing at you tryin to act all tuff Kiss her and tell her you love her When she's quiet Ask her whats wrong When she ignores you Give her your attention When she pulls away Pull her back When you see her at her worst Tell her she's beautiful When you see her start crying Just hold her and dont say a word When you see her walking Sneak up and hug her waist from behind When she's scared Protect her When she steals your favorite hat Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night When she teases you Tease her back and make her laugh When she doesn't answer for a long time reassure her that everything is okay When she looks at you with doubt Back yourself up When she says that she likes you SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND! When she grabs at your hands Hold her's and play with her fingers When she bumps into you; bump into her back and make her laugh When she tells you a secret keep it safe and untold When she looks at you in your eyes dont look away until she does When she says it's over she still wants you to be hers When she reposts this bulletin she wants you to read it - Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything. - When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go - When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her - because 10 yrs later she'll remember you - Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her - Treat her like she's all that matters to you. - Stay up all night with her when she's sick. - Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid. - Give her the world. - Let her wear your clothes. - When she's bored and sad, hang out with her. - Let her know she's important. - Kiss her in the pouring rain. If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will : Call you. Kiss you. Love you. Text you.

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Well, I'll ask you this, what's your definition of normal? I can almost guarantee, it is not the same as Faith Parks definition. Mostly because whatever you have seven friends who all have different powers, normal is not the same as you and I..

There are also the times when my dreams are what scare me. In this world, so big and daunting, who am I but a speck of dust among the lowest of floors. I may be successful now, or even later, but the wind that catches this dust and sends it swirling will not hold me up forever, nor will it warn me of when it shall let me drop to the ground. inspirational short story of sorts.

Call us geeks, call us immature; we may be both things, but we have just as many ups and downs as any other Highschool clique and the same amount of drama, if not more. The only difference? We have color guard instead of cheerleaders, drumline instead of jocks, and a drum major instead of a coach. This is the story of the Crescent Highschool Marching Band. This is our legend.

"What if they find out we're lying?" Randy put an arm around her and holds her closer, his heart jumping with joy at her new found comfort with being close to him. He certainly didn't mind someone warm next to him. She closes her eyes and whispers quietly, "That's when we know they're too late."

Six friends run from the very people they used to consider family as they realize they are much different then the rest of the world. But when the people that want to do 'research' on them are actually their parents, where are they supposed to go? R&R!

Ceriz and Sonya are back in school to find the missing pieces of the puzzle they need to defeat Falacis. Only problem is getting those to puzzle pieces to believe they can control the elements. CHAPTER EIGHT IS NOW UP! :D :D :D

She blinked, a realization dawning on her. She saw another reflection in the pond. It was a great white orb. She looked up at the sky, and now saw what she had been dreading unconsciously. The full moon. WEREWOLF/VAMPIRE story! R&R plz!

Who ever said that witches have to be green, covered in warts,and mean? Have you ever been in a car chase or almost killed by guys in black suits.If you're horrified at the thought of any of those things happening,be glad you're not me. You've been warned

Eve wasn't a stupid girl by any means. She had figured it out long ago when her mother left for weeks at a time on business trips then came home bruised and battered. Eve realized her mother was a spy two months before her death somewhere in Russia.

Powers beyond belief are bestowed to few these days, and even fewer get dragons as pets. I'm not exactly the average orphan and neither is my best friend Ali. We don't go to school for gym class.Instead we learn about how to keep ourselves alive.Finished!